G                   D                         Em
I?ve been losing my head; I?ve been losing my way
                    Bm                         C
I?ve been losing my brain cells at a million a day
           D                        G
I?m so disillusioned I?m on Suicide Street

G              D               Em
I?ve seen everything, in every shape
             Bm              C
I?ve seen 1984 in a terrible state
               D                  G
I?ve seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate

D                         C
Oh! He was so hung-up and wasted
D                            C
Oh! He was so physically devastated
       Bm                  Am                   Am / Bm / C / D
He was young enough, he was well-slung enough

G                   D                             Em
I?ve seen my own epitaph; I?ve been to heaven and back
                     Bm                     C
Was introduced to St Peter, we was having a chat
                      D                  G
I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat

G                 D                      Em
But Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree
                       Bm                        C
She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me
                D                        G
We were so mystified, we screamed out of fear

D                          C
Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted
D                             C
Oh! She was so physically devastated
        Bm                    Am                 Am / Bm / C / D
She was young enough, she was well-slung enough           DESTROYED!

G                D                         Em
I been writing a song, you all be singin? along?
                       Bm                           C
It?s like a mild schizophrenia, wondrin? where we belong
                     D                       G
Sling it all out the window, start all over again

G                   D                        Em
Oh! Come on into my heart, come and tear me apart
                   Bm                         C
Want to be claustrophobic, got a passion, Ha! Ha!
          D                     G
I?m so confused, I wish I could die, die, die!

CHORUS

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